Get out the soap...

Yesterday we were in the car when out of the blue, Henry says, "Hey, do you know what the worst word in the world is? It's the f-word. F&ck." Mike sat stone-faced while I was all hyperventilating and spazzy hand-flapping motions. "Where did you hear that word??" I squeaked, then started to pray, Please don't say Mommy, Please don't say Mommy... Thankfully he heard it from a kid at school in the context of a conversation about what the worst words in the world are, which is bad but preferable to just hearing random kids drop f-bombs on the playground or the bus.  Then we had a nice little discussion about how horrible the word is while fending off Henry's logical questions of "Well, who made up the word? Why does anyone use it if it's so bad? What does it mean?". Yikes.